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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord 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 The Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
UT,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.