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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.