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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 The Last Poets to the dance 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.