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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Moebius to the techno 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.