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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Move to the jazz 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.