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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.