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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang Green to the dance 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
June Days,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.