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 Korea South and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Audionom 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.