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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.