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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Smog,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.