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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Technova,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Franke,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.