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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fatback Band to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.