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 Qatar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.