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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
The Evens,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.