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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the rap 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.