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 Cape Verde 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.