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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.