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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.