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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.