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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.