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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.