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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the funk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.