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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
JFA,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.