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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.