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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 chamberlin 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 Blossom Toes to the grime 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Can,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.