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 Suriname 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.