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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Warsaw to the crunk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.