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 Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rakim to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.