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 Belarus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.