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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.