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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Style to the funk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Liliput,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.