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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.