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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.