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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
ABC,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Interpol,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.