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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.