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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
MDC,
MC5,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Q65,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.