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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Qualms,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.