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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.