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 Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.