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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.