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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.