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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.