Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.