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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.