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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the rap 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.