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 Netherlands and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Nico to the electroclash 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.