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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.