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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.