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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Easy Going to the rap 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.