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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the electroclash 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.