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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.