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 Estonia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.