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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.