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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Raincoats to the funk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
CMW,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.