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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 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 Bob Dylan to the punk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace 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,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.