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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the crunk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s 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 Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.