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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.