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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Mars,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.