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 Kuwait 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Simply Red to the jazz 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
New Order,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.