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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 The Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.