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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fall to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp 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?
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.