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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.