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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.