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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.