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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.