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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 UT to the crunk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Visage,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
MDC,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.