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 Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.