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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby 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?
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.