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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Sound to the rock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Japan,
June of 44,
Nico,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.