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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Visage,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Faust,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.