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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sandy B to the grunge 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.