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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.