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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Television,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.