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 Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.