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 Sweden 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 güiro 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.