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 New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.