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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.