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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 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 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.