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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Duran Duran to the crunk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Index,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.