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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.