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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gong to the rap 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Chrome,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Index,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.