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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Scion,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.