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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 J.B.'s to the jazz 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.