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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 sitar 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.