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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.