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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.