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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.