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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Niagra,
JFA,
Lalann,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Can,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
The Names,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.