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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Magazine 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.