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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.