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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.