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 Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.