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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Bill Wells to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Fugazi,
Q65,
The Leaves,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
The Martian,
X-102,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.