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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Normal to the grime 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.