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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
UT,
Index,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.