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 Algeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
X-101,
Franke,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.