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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.