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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.