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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.