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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Stooges to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.