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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sonics to the grime 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.