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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Shoche 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
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,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.