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 Algeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.