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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.