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 Ireland and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.