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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.