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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.