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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
PIL,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.