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 Iraq and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.