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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.