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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.