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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Bob Dylan to the rock 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
AZ,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.