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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
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.