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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the funk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.