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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Organ,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Smog,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.