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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.