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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.