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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Sugar Minott to the dance 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.