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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Godley & Creme to the dance 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.