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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.