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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.