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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Wings,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.