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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.