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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the dance 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.