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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Talk Talk to the funk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.