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 the UAE and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Hoover to the disco 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Organ,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.