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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jacques Brel to the dance 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.