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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.