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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.