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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Standells to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.