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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Golliwogs 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.