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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.