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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.