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 Belize and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.