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 Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.