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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the grime 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.