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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.