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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.