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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.