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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Organ,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.