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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Crime,
The Names,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.