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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Dave Clark Five to the grunge 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.