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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
UT,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Television,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.