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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.