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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
X-102,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.