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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 L. Decosne to the grime 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.