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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.