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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.