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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 Mexico City and New York.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.