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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Audionom,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.