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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.