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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Can,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.