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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.