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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.