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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 linndrum 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Fear,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Neil Young,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.