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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.