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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.