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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Goldenarms to the techno 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.