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 Gambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Adolescents to the punk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.