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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.