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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the grime 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.