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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Interpol to the rock 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.