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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Blancmange to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Can,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.