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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Nas,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.