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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Index,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.