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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Pole,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.