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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.