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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the punk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.