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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.