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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.