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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
The Slits,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.