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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.