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 Liberia and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.