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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 guitar 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.