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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis 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?
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.