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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Mr. Review to the crunk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Technova,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.