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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
the Swans,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.