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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.