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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Sheep to the rock 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.