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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.