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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.