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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope 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?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.