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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Zapp,
Wire,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.