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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Nas,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.