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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.