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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.