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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.