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 Iraq and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.