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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the dance 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.