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 Paraguay 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 Mumbai and Madrid.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.