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 Russia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.