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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
The Busters,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.