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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the punk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.