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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
New Order,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.