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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Moebius,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.