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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.