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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
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.