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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 The Gories to the punk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.