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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Star Department to the funk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
The Litter,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.