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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Smog,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.