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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Slave,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.