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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.