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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 The Saints to the dance 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Franke,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.