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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Pussy Galore 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
ABC,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.