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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA 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?
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.