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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
the Slits,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.