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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.