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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.