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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Five Americans to the grime 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
UT,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.