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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Oneida to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.