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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the grime 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.