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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Music Machine 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Gong,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
the Germs,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
New Order,
Japan,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.