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 Germany and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat 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?
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.