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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an organ 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.