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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
ABC,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.