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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 arpeggiator 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 Lungfish to the funk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.