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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.