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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.