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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Joy Division to the dance 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.