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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.