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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.