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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Colin Newman to the grunge 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.