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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantytec to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.