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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.