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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
AZ,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
The Human League,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.