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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.