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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.