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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
EPMD,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.