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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.