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 South and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Monks,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.