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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.