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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.