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 Mexico and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
UT,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Fear,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.