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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.