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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
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.