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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.