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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Section 25,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.