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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.