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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Urselle,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.