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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.