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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 snare 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 Sun Ra to the punk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.