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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Index,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.