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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.