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 Jamaica and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Index,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.