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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Outsiders to the disco 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
X-101,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.