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 Macedonia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.