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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Surgeon,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.