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 East Timor and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 organ 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.