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 Thailand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.