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 Israel and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.