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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
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Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
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.