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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 The Moleskins to the dance 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Monolake,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.