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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Pop Group to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Index,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Can,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.