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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.