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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Rakim,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.