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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
cv313,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.