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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.