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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.