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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.