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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.