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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.