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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.