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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Faust,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.