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 Estonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Wings,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.