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 Guinea 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.