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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Niagra,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.