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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.