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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Aswad,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.