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 China and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
cv313,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.