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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.