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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
UT,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.