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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Hasil Adkins 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.