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 Portugal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.