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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.