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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.