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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.