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 Tunisia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.