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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.