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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.