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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.