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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.