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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.