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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Roxy Music to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.