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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 disco 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Can,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Organ,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.