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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Skarface to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.