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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Fall to the rock 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.