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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Clear Light to the electroclash 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.