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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Jacques Brel to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.