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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.