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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.