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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
PIL,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.