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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.