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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 The Fortunes to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.