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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television to the grime 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.