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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marine Girls to the rap 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.