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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Franke to the grunge 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Monolake,
ABC,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.