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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 harpsichord 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 KRS-One to the funk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Shoche,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.