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 Libya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.