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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.