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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.