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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.