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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.