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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.