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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.