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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.