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 Guyana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.