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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.