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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sun Ra to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.