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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.