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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Boredoms to the techno 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.