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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Flipper,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.