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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The United States of America to the techno 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.