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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Cymande,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.