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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the punk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.