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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Warsaw to the funk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.