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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 The J.B.'s to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.