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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.