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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kas Product to the electroclash 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.