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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
UT,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Pole,
Nirvana,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.