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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 John Coltrane to the crunk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.