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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.