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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
New Order,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.