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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.