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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.