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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The J.B.'s to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.