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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Wings,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.