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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 R.M.O. to the crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.