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 Burkina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.