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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.