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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.