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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Audionom,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Can,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.