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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 grunge 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Monks,
New Order,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.