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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.