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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.