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 Austria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 mellotron 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.