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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.