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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.