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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Matthew Bourne 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk 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?
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.