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 Ghana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.