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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Television,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.