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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
UT,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.