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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Slave,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.