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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.