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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Chrome,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.