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 Georgia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.