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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.