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 Burkina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.