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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Bob Dylan to the rap 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.