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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.