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 Turkey and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Monolake to the rock 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.