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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.