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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.