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 Congo and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.