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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.