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 China and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.