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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.