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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.