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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.