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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Derrick May to the dance 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.