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 Fiji and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.