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 Australia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Yazoo to the jazz 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Skriet,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.