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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.