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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.