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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.