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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.