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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
MDC,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.