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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.