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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smoke to the disco 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.