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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Smog,
Franke,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.