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 France and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.