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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.