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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.