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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.