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 Guatemala 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.