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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the rap 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.