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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.