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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.