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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.