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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.