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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.