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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.