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 Italy and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Nas to the crunk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.