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 Ecuador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.