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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande 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?
The Gap Band,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.