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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.