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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.