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 Panama and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
UT,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.