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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.