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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.