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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills 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?
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Slave,
The Smiths,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.