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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.