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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.