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 Syria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.