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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.