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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.