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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.