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 Malta and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.