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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.