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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Ludus,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.