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 Romania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 snare 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 Pretty Things to the punk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.