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 Mauritania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.