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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.