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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.