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 East Timor and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
MC5,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.