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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Germs to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.