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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.