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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Gichy Dan to the grime 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.