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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.