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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.