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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.