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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.