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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
CMW,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.