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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Schoolly D to the grime 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.