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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.