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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.