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 Cyprus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.