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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.