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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.