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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Swans,
June Days,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Scientists,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.