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 Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
CMW,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.