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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.