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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.