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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.