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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen 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?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.