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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Jeff Mills to the rap 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.