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 Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Rakim to the punk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Smog,
PIL,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.