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 Georgia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.