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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Index,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.