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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the grime 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.