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 India and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 John Cale to the grime 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
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.