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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
New Order,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.