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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.