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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.