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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Oneida,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.