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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.