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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Nas,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.