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 Palau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the rap 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.