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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the funk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.