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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.