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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.