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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.