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 Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Swans,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.