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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Vainqueur to the funk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.