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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.