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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.