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 Algeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.