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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.