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 Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
cv313,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.