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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.