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 Qatar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the grunge 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Unwound 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.