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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Unwound,
AZ,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.