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 Colombia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Motorama,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.