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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.