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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
The Human League,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.