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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.