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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 the Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.