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 Cape Verde 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 snare 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 Flipper to the grime 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.