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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
The Move,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.