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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donny Hathaway 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.