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 Mali and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.