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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Intrusion to the techno 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.