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 Cameroon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
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.