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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Maurizio to the punk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.