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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.