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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Alton Ellis to the dance 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Brick,
10cc,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.