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 China 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Connie Case 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Model 500,
MDC,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.