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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.