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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.