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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Fuzztones 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.