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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.