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 Uzbekistan 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.