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 Djibouti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.