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 Kuwait and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.