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 Niger and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 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 JFA 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.