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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
The Martian,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.