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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.