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 Hungary and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.