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 Suriname 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.