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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
New Order,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
The Index,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.