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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.