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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.