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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.