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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Wasted Youth to the rap 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.