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 and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 PIL 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Index,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
the Slits,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.