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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Black Bananas 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?
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.