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 Congo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Technova,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.