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 Namibia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the funk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.