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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 The Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.