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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
JFA,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.