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 Hungary and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.