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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the techno 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.