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 Vietnam and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chrome to the rap 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.