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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
June Days,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Japan,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.