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 Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Mars,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.