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 Costa Rica 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Suicide to the rap 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.