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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.