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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Japan,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.