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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.