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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Harmonia to the punk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.