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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.