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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.