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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Q65,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.