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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.