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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 a-ha to the jazz 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Mars,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.