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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Pole,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.