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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 John Holt to the crunk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Liliput,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.