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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Velvet Underground to the dance 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.