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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.