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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.