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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.