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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.