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 Indonesia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.